What are these feelings?
Where do they come from?
Why do I ignore them?
Should I continue?
Or Should I pursue them?
Why do they remind me of trouble?
Of things I should have done?
Of Things I should not have done?
Or do they remind me?

What are these memories?
Oh, what feelings they bring.
Are they my memories?
Or memories I stole?
Maybe memories I made up?
I remember the trials,
I remember the errors,
Can anything erase these memories?
Are they stuck here forever?
Can anyone help me remember the good?
Or am I doomed to remember the terrible?
Are these really memories?
Or am I dreaming?

What are these dreams?
The memories are fading,
Fading into my dreams,
Dreams that make me feel,
Feel like the dreams aren’t real,
Like maybe the reality I know is a dream,
Or are the dreams I know reality?
The reality of these feelings and memories?
The feelings and memories and dreams,
They mesh into one and are one in the same,
The same but different,
They are different but the same,
What is the similarity amongst these dreams?
The similarity amongst these memories?
The similarity among these feelings?
And what is the difference?

Why are there differences?
Differences in the similarities?
And similarities in the differences?
What purpose do they serve?
And do the serve the same purpose?
The same purpose of being different?
But are they so different?
Are they so different they’re the same?
Maybe so similar they’re different?
What similarities do they possess?
If they where similar,
Could they be different?
And if different,
Could they be similar?
Are they different from reality?
Or is reality the one that is different?

The difference in the reality makes the dreams,
Makes the dreams become memories; and the memories?
The memories become feelings,
And the feelings are different so that the reality is similar.
And the difference in the reality makes these same feelings,
And these same feelings turn into dreams,
And these dreams into memories.
And these memories become different from the last,
Different to create a similar feeling.
Similar in feeling to create similar dreams,
And similar dreams to create similar memories.
And in the end, I wonder,
Will the dreams end?
Will the memories fade?
Will the feelings dull?
Will the similarities die?
Will the differences dissolve?

08-09-2004

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